Ever wonder what your evil twin is thinking or doing right now? Ever wish your evil twin would just step in and deal with your crazy fucking boss?
I act like my own evil twin all the time. Why not? But then, sometimes I don't. Either way I talk about it and make ridiculous stick figure drawings.
If you email me a funny story I might include it. Or I might not. My evil twin might print it out, draw a stick figure of you on the paper, and set it on fire. You never know.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

What's up = No sex

I'm going to do a cartoon soon of our favorite types of online daters - you know, the ones we love to hate. In the meantime here is another winning exchange (this guy is 6 years younger than my minimum age range I set, btw)

HIM: your super cute =) we should totally be friends

ME: I AM! Thank you :)

HIM: hahaha whats up =)

I was tempted to ask him 'my super cute what?' after his first email but I didn't think he'd get it. Words cannot express how much I can't stand text messages or emails that say 'what's up?' like that, all on its own. The only time I ever say 'what's up?' is if someone is IMing me and not getting to the point, and it is my cleverly disguised way of saying what the fuck do you want, why are you talking to me. In the past when booty calls would text me 'what's up' I would just get irritated and text it back, which usually ended in a sort of angry satisfaction for me but, in those cases, no sex. Today's dating lesson: